Pte. Albert Henry Nutter (see 7th October) wrote a letter, extracts from which would be published in The Todmorden & District News on 12th November;
UP TO THE NECK IN DIRT
Pte. Albert Nutter, 10th Duke of Wellington’s Regiment, in letters to his home and relations in Mytholmroyd, says things were not too healthy at present, what with “Jack Johnsons” and other shells flying overhead, and they had to keep down. He was still in the trenches “up to the neck in dirt”. The guns had been at it all the night and the sky was lit up with a big glare. It was not in their part, so they did not know what was going on. Though he knew there were friends among the troops they had the greatest difficulty in finding them – in fact it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Those who were spared to come back to old England would be able to fill a few books with tales of what they had gone through in France. In the trenches they could not tell where half of their stuff was, as they were up to the waist in mud and water. They had not a place to lie down to sleep, but had to sleep standing up. The Germans were only a hundred yards away, but he wished they were a lot further off and in their own country, and then they would get a taste of what the English could do. Writing on 6th November, he says he was a few days in an old fort which they had to hold at all costs if the Germans managed to get past the first trenches, but the enemy did not succeed. When he came back to England he would be able to do almost anything, as he had had experience in navvying, drain digging and unloading barges. Their equipment consisted of their pack, gas bags and goggles as a precaution against the weeping bombs of the Huns, and they had to carry them about with them whenever they went to any fresh place.
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